No.21
| Dear Rin, I have been pondering imagination. Imagination is something different than perception, though it can work along with it, enhance it, and be stimulated by it. Without perception it has no means to express itself, therefore perception and imagination are often confused. This why when people ask ‘what is it?’ sometimes or often they are asking what is the name of what I am perceiving. Not, what has the imagination made? They attempt to draw it close to something with which they are familiar. But imagination will always be making new. A magician of the mind. Sometimes when I am drawing or painting the figure will shift, change, become something different as though the pen or brush has a mind of its own. Maybe they do? It’s the same with writing these stories and poems. ‘Who’s writing these things?’ I ask. Love and Peaceful imaginations, George |
George wrote 5 of stories and poems for my paintings. I'd like to share one of them with you on this site.
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If you are interested to read others, please contact me:rincola@yahoo.com.
| "What We’ve Got" written by George Once upon a time there was a two headed omnipede who lived in the blue mist covered mountains. An omnipede, if you’ve never seen one, looks much like a centipede but with a very distinctive head on each end. His many feet travel in any direction. They move from one side to other or forward or backward. Like all omnipedes, the head that traveled backward often closed its eyes, otherwise it grew dizzy. There was much that it did not see. Many times he started on a long journey, though never traveled far from his home. “Let us go over the mountains to the green valley below. It would be so nice to get out of this mist for a while.” He began his journey, on his many feet, traveling over the blue mountains to the green valley, but after a time, a shorter or long time, the head that was traveling backward grew tired of it. “I’m so bored going backward” he cried, “now it is my time to go forward.” The other head, the one that was moving forward, stopped and said, “well, fair is fair” and off they went in the opposite direction, traveling over the same ground, but of course, the other way. Sooner or later, depending on how far they traveled, they came to their home. “Shall we stop and have a cup of tea?” One said to the other. “A wonderful idea” came the refrain. The tea kettle whistled, the tea brewed and around the great round table his body curled, so that his two head sat facing one another, all the better to converse. The head that had gone backward in the morning when the journey began, asked the head that had gone forward. “What did you see today?” He told him all that he had seen from the first to the last and when he was done with his telling he asked, “And what did you see?” “All of that,” the second one answered, “But differently.” -------the end |